"Mingzhi," Myria finally opened her mouth, her voice solemn, "I prefer you wouldn't bring such talk during a sacred moment like this. Not everything needs to be sensual."
"Aiya~ What's sensual about breastfeeding a baby?"
Mingzhi grabbed Myria's hand, placating her, "I'm telling you. You are missing out. We mothers have all fed him when he was an adult, so what difference does it make when he's currently a baby? You're thinking too much into it. Besides, since you're his polar opposite, that we're all also low-key jealous of, it could also have some kind of boon for him."
"…"
Myria went speechless. Mingzhi wasn't conniving but always honest about her thoughts, even if it was kind of dubious. She really couldn't bring herself to admonish Mingzhi.
Instead, she thought about Mingzhi's words.
Her breast milk could have some favorable effects on Davis, but the opposite could also be true. This was the final cycle, so she couldn't mess it up.
